All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 1491 - Chapter 1500

Most of the team members were straight, but Nancy and a few others went both ways. It was a powerful memory, Nancy was activated by it to the extent that both her voice and the state of her pussy were affected. I had hardly moved during the conversation, but as the memories came out, while she talked of different encounters, she had to play with herself at the same time. The guys all liked her, she had a lot of expertise with her mouth and the guys were always grateful. But the emotions were more intense talking about females, strong enough that she climaxed on my cock while talking about some of her more intense incidents with her female partners.The trigger for this especially good memory was a time when Nancy and another woman were in a locker room, in an aisle that was empty, but as they were taking turns eating each other's pussy in a 69, with one laying on the bench and the other straddling above. Both girls were in a good "oh we are so bad" mood. Suddenly girls filled the lock

Looking at her parted lips, both lower and upper, I knew the food and conversation could wait. Shower rooms and faculty offices are fine to get acquainted, but now we were both quite anxious to get this illicit relationship onto the type of foundation a real bed provided. So we did just that, quickly.During our greeting kiss I removed her robe and draped it over a kitchen chair as I slid my hands over her wonderful body, praising her with my touch. Her body shivered under my hands, she was much more committed to this, and to the future. I left my sweatshirt in the hallway. She removed my sweatpants at the entrance of the bedroom where she discovered I had gone comando, and she eagerly pulled my shoes off once my head hit the pillow. On the way back up she stopped to inhale my cock. That quickly she was stretched out on top of me, kissing passionately like she had been without a man for months and rubbing the good parts of her body on me for mutual effect. Her mood struck me as more l

I will admit that I am not the biggest fan of my own taste. I have, at times and with some willing female help, tried to curate the taste based on my diet. I don't have much to show for the experiment beyond "celery good, cherry tomatoes good, bacon bad." I mean, can you imagine living without bacon? Life without bacon burgers, with nothing more dangerous that a veggie BLT, it is a concept too terrible to contemplate.But short term I had expected to feed my stuff to Isabel tonight and Nancy on Thursday (our regular overnight) so Sunday and Monday I made the adjustment to my diet. From now on lots of celery and cherry tomatoes were going to be consumed on Sundays, Mondays and Wednesdays. My taste today was pretty mild and was low salt. Thursday would be better. I would mainline bacon on Friday and Saturday at the latest - unless Nancy stayed over.I will say that eating Nancy is better than eating bacon, because Nancy likes to eat me back while bacon requires more time in the gym.I w

Martin eventually drifted back home where he was the disappointment of the Brumhuld clan. (Somebody had to be, Fritz raised them that way, to compare each other.) Martin bought and sold airplanes as a hobby until he had two aircraft of his own, a single engine high-wing Cessna and a faster low-wing twin. He used these to train other people to fly, it paid the bills but was erratic and not a real career.Martin did show a unique talent for trouble, especially in the women he chose.At one point he found two of his part-time girlfriends were pregnant. Marriage was not an option, both girls were poor ex-strippers who were demoted by age and heavy use into making cheap porn in the period before porn became popular. The two boys they birthed were named Curtis Hightower Brumhuld (he was given Martin's last mane) and Ivan Hightower Summers (his Mother's stage name). Ivan was born 3 months after Curtis. Both poor mothers identified Martin as the father on the birth certificates. Martin acknow

I had to comment. "That seems very open-minded of them.""They have known I do such things ever since they caught me in a 69 with my female tennis partner during a sleepover the summer after high school. Two other girls were doing scissors sex in the other bed and they got noisy, so noisy that my parents had to look in on us. Mom and Dad were cool as the Fonz, they did not make us stop. They both took a good look at our sweating, inter-twined naked female bodies. Mommy calmly said she was sorry to disturb us but they just could not figure out the noise. Daddy just took it in, said 'Lovely' and told us to carry on. He was sure it looked like fun. We may have gotten back to pleasure before they left the room. The other girls felt that was so cool, their parents would flip out.""Our President does not seem the sort," I said."Recall, Mom did Curtis and Ivan individually and together? She brought them both girls she could be with on their birthdays? Well, that night Elle dragged Curtis t